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A super hot nymph spy has been teamed up with a fresh masculine recruit. She looks him over and says that he’s got the muscle, but wonders if he’s got the jaw-dropping instinct. They’re going to be going encountering VIPER agents, the greatest of the finest. She asks what he’d do if he had to struggle a VIPER sans his weapon.
“I’d smother the life out of her,” he says confidently.
“Oh yeah?” she says with a grin. “Show me.” She raises her chin, seductive him to throttle her. He lunges forth and grips her neck
, but it only takes a moment for her to knee him in the groin. He grunts and lets go. “You see?” she says. “You don’t know the very first thing about how to throttle a gal. Reminisce to protect yourself at all times. Attempt it again.”
A lil' ego-bruised, he lunges again. He’s thinking about protecting himself, and his grab isn’t taut. She uses his distraction to tear his mitts away, escaping again. She wiggles her head. “Keep a taut seize. Don’t let her sigh for a moment. Come on, experience your grab. Wring my neck
like you’re going to kill me.” She invites him over and lets him cautiously wrap his palms around her soft mouth. He wrings, and she perceives it. She tugs at his palms, wheezing, but she can’t pull them away. After a few moments, she taps out, and he lets go. She chokes for a few moments, catching her breath. “Damn, you’re a strenuous boy! Good!”
But he’s not fairly satiated. “Once more! I think I got you this time,” he says coyly. She sneers at his confidence, a tiny revved on by all this tough and tumble. “Confident, aren’t we? Okay, then. I’m a VIPER agent. Attempt to kill me!” He lunges, but abruptly his face is all biz. He grips onto her neck
, smiling. “No, I’M the VIPER agent!”
This experience session just got real. The female is dazed, but she’s a professional, and instantaneously commences struggling with all her power. She thrashes and pulverizes the stud, but he’s learned well. He resists her attacks and keeps his grasp, kneeing her tender neck
with his metal arms. She’s rough, but it’s only a matter of time before she begins to fade. Her face is a mask of hopeless determination. She doesn’t want to die, but her figure simply cannot escape. He shoves her backward and wedges her against a wall as her eyes begin to lose concentrate and her tongue commences to erect. Her gams give out, and he leisurely lowers her to a sitting posture against the wall.
When all traces of life are gone from her eyes, he extracts her. She keels forth and flops onto the ground. He looks down and pats her cheek. “You’ve trained me well, but I don’t need any lessons on this next part.” He rips at her magnificent spy clothes, crushes her lengthy gams apart, and porks his previous partner’s corpse. When he’s ultimately done, he sits beside her sprawled figure and idly touches her as he phones into HQ. “Control?! Someone killed
Agent Thorne! Smothered and banged by force her! It must have been VIPER, those bastards! I’ll take care of it.” He picks up her cracked figure and carries her away.